Box-Ler's Life In the Apocolypse

     Box kept looking back at his mom and everytime she was looking back at him. Soon enough the zombies were upon her. Box heard her agonizing screams of pain and terror, but he turned and ran the last leg of the race to Lawerence Central highschool. Box ran up to a door and pulled on the handle; locked. He then ran to a near-by window and slapped his hands against it while shouting, “Someone! Let me in! Please!” After no response he banging on the window even harder. “PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!”  

     Sitting in a slightly furnished living room was a family of three. A mother, a father and a son. A family that loved one another and would do anything to keep the other two safe. The family laughed as the parents played with their son, but they were all oblivious as to their deaths.

     All of a sudden the door burst open and slammed into the wall next to it. The black haired son looked up and his laughter and smile faded in an instant. A shrill scream came from the parted lips of the mother as the undead invaded their home. The father came to his feet and bravely put himself inbetween his beloved family and the zombies.  

    “Get yourselves out of here!” The father told them.

     Without protest, the mother took her child’s hand and ran through the doorway leading to the kitchen. The child’s last sight of his father was him fighting and then being torn to shreds.

      “DADDY!!!” He cried, “DAD!”

     The mother grasp the door handle to the back door and threw the door open to only come face-to-face with another group of zombies. Pulling her son back she opened the kitchen window and helped him outside. She then clambered out after her only son. The black haired and blue eyed child stood there looking at her with a tear streaked face.

     Once again she grabbed her son’s hand and looked around.

     “Mommy, where are we going to go?” He sobbed.

     “Shh… we’ll be fine okay? I promise.” She replied to her crying son. “Everything will turn out alright. We’ll survive.”

     The child wiped away the tears from his blue eyes and looked around. An idea popped into his head. “We could go to the school! Come on!” He said while tugging on his mother’s arms.

     As they ran they saw people being killed, saw houses on fire and they heard peoples anguished cries, but they didn’t stop running. Why would they? It’s now the Survival of the Fittest.

     Unfortunately, the pair lived miles away from the school. Being on foot would take them days to reach it, but they had no where else to go and their best chance of surviving was at the school.

      The two ran through the night not wanting to stop for anything. They breathed heavily and you could hear the zombies coming after you. As the sun rose into the sky the next day, both of them were weary but with a fiery determination the two helped the other keep going.

     At sunhigh dehydration was flying around their heads like circling vultures.They could hear the screeching and shrieks of the zombies behind them. They ran as fast as they could but they stopped as soon as the mother tripped and fell to the ground.

     “Come on mom. We’re almost there. The school is in sight now!”

     The mother waved her hand dismissively. “Go on ahead. Im not able to go any farther.”

     The child pulled on his mother’s hand. “Come on! You can do it!”

     “Box…go…” She said, staring her son in the eyes. Box knelt down in front of her and hugged her around her neck and kissed her forehead before standing and walking away. He kept looking back at his mother and tears flowed from his eyes again. It was so hard to just leave her when they were both just so close.